assistirfilmes Chapter 603 Loyal Divine Followers, Exploring the Venomous Swamp!
Chapter 603 Loyal Divine Followers, Exploring the Venomous Swamp!
after finalizing the plans and actions, sterl's emotions gradually settled down.
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whether it was the recent experiences or the moment when the will of [transcendence] erased the black hole vortex, sterl had begun to sense a pattern: the will of the world possessed a strong tendency to prioritize advantageous outcomes.
since he had accepted hell's plea for aid through the authority granted by the underworld, the will of hell would undoubtedly transport him to a location that favored resolving the current crisis.
looking around, all he could see was a deadly expanse of poisonous waters, devoid of any visible life forms.
in hell, the sizes of realms varied greatly. some were as vast as entire continents, even comparable to the size of a full-fledged world, while others were no larger than an average kingdom.
though it wasn't his first time entering hell, this marked his first journey into the fourth layer—venomous swamp hell. he was unfamiliar with the conditions here. searching blindly on his own would undoubtedly consume a great deal of time and effort.
instead of wandering aimlessly in a carpet search, the quickest and most effective approach was to locate the indigenous intelligent races of this layer of hell.
the entire underworld had been plunged into a mysterious crisis. when the tree falls, the branches break—the denizens of hell, too, would inevitably face the terrifying catastrophe. this unknown and mysterious danger would affect them, perhaps even leading to their annihilation.
if he could find the intelligent life of this layer, he might be able to uncover the source of the crisis and address it accordingly. otherwise, facing an enemy shrouded in darkness while he remained exposed in the light was a disadvantageous position that sterl detested.
with this thought in mind, he made a subtle gesture. in the next moment, a shimmering spatial gate appeared before him, glowing faintly.
soon after, terrifyingly powerful figures began to step out of the gate one by one. among them was boris, who had sworn allegiance to the ashen temple.
these individuals were none other than the gods sterl had saved earlier from the black hole vortex. without exception, all of them bore the follower mark that sterl had imprinted upon them. before sealing them in his miniature world, he had fully activated these marks.
thus, as these gods emerged again, their gazes upon sterl were a mixture of complexity, yet laced with unwavering loyalty and fervor.
thanks to boris's relentless indoctrination during their time in confinement, they had come to accept one undeniable truth: their true identities were that of loyal agents of their supreme master, hidden deep within the ashen temple!
for the sake of the grander plan, their memories had been wiped, allowing them to remain undetected within the ashen temple. now, with their master's reactivation, their purpose had been reignited.
recalling sterl's terrifying power, they couldn't help but shudder. even the mighty silver moon wolf god, a higher-ranked divine authority, had fallen by his hand.
given time, when their master ascended to higher divine authority and perhaps even attained the power of a great divine, the world itself would bow at his feet!
as sterl looked into the eyes of these gods, filled with zeal and worship, he paused for a moment. his gaze fell upon boris, who was winking at him with a smug expression, clearly fishing for praise.
it was obvious that boris had been highly successful in "indoctrinating" these gods.
sterl's attention then shifted to the goddess of seduction, whose gaze was practically dripping with desire. her voluptuous figure strained against the confines of her tight black leather dress, as if threatening to burst free at any moment. it seemed as though she was just waiting for the right opportunity to throw herself at him with unrestrained fervor.
receiving sterl's praise, the god of wind whisper beamed with excitement and nodded enthusiastically.
"rest assured, my lord! i will not let you down!"
with that, he transformed into a breeze and vanished instantly, rushing toward the distant horizon to continue his search.
watching his follower disappear, sterl's face revealed a trace of thoughtful emotion. there was still much to uncover, but for now, he was satisfied with the progress being made.
the follower mark was truly a power akin to a forbidden ability. while its lethality didn't compare to the devastating might of soul prison's eerie eyes, its effects were equally horrifying.
a once lofty and untouchable god now grovelled at his feet like a well-trained dog, tirelessly seeking ways to please him.
turning his attention back to the two-tailed lizardmen, sterl observed the group carefully. their strength wasn't insignificant; a casual glance with star insight revealed their full profiles. each of them was at the third-class level.
this was unsurprising. in hell, weaker species could not survive. as one of the strongest races in this layer of hell, it was natural for even ordinary members of their kind to possess this level of power.
however, these third-class two-tailed lizardmen were now curled up in a trembling heap, shaking like leaves in a storm.
the god of wind whisper, who had captured them, had shown no such restraint. as a god, his very presence exuded an overwhelming aura of divine suppression, leaving them paralyzed and powerless to resist as he forcibly dragged them away.
to make matters worse, the entity they had come to perceive as an unbeatable, terrifying force had just handed them over, bowing respectfully to another mysterious figure—sterl.
this mysterious figure, who commanded the reverence of even a god, was beyond their comprehension. their minds had simply shut down in sheer terror.
sterl frowned slightly. in their current state, interrogation would be useless. getting them to speak coherently—let alone provide valuable information—was an unlikely prospect.
but for sterl, this wasn't a problem. rather than relying on these creatures to explain themselves, he found it far more efficient to act directly.
with a subtle thought, his eyes darkened, becoming unfathomably deep. from the depths of his pupils, intangible soul threads extended outward, slipping silently into the bodies of the two-tailed lizardmen.
in the next moment, the trembling lizardmen froze entirely, their bodies going stiff as if turned to stone.
the sheer disparity in soul strength left them with no chance to resist. in a mere second, sterl had drained every last memory, piece of knowledge, and skill they possessed.
in other words, the two-tailed lizardmen were effectively dead. what remained were lifeless husks with residual vitality and blank, empty souls.
at the same time, a torrent of information surged into sterl's mind. compared to his vast consciousness, this influx was insignificant, yet it encapsulated the entirety of the two-tailed lizardmen's lives.
"what the hell is this!?"
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